Chapter 145: Being in trouble is not as good as gold 7

The next day, Su Yan went to the computer store to buy a computer. She selected all the accessories herself and could definitely assemble a computer with excellent performance.

When I walked out of the computer city, I happened to meet Shen Yan and Song Qingzhou. The two of them were leaning against the telephone pole on the side of the road with a cup of milk tea, as if they were waiting for someone.

Su Yan walked over and said hello naturally.

"Hi, Classmate Shen and Classmate Song, why are you here?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Song Qingzhou's eyes, and he asked familiarly: "Classmate Su Yan, why are you here? You must be so destined."

"Classmate Su is here to buy a computer. We just came out from the Internet cafe to play games." Shen Yan also replied with a smile.

"Well, are you still waiting for someone?"

"No, I'm just standing on the roadside waiting for the bus."

"Student Su, do you want to go home? Wait for the car to arrive and we will take you home." Shen Yan said enthusiastically.

Su Yan originally wanted to refuse, but Song Qingzhou was overly enthusiastic and insisted on pulling her and saying that he would take her home.

"We are all friends, don't be so polite."

"Yes, you're welcome, Mr. Su, we're all on the way anyway."

Are you on your way? Why did she feel that Shen Yan and Song Qingzhou didn't seem like people who would live in their residential area.

Sure enough, soon a Bentley worth tens of millions parked in front of the three of them.

Su Yan looked at the luxury car, then at Shen Yan and Song Qingzhou.

Shen Yan didn't explain anything, but opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner and invited her to get in the car.

Song Qingzhou also consciously sat in the passenger seat and had no intention of sitting in the back seat with them.

Su Yan got into the car, and Shen Yan followed suit. The two of them leaned against the same window, and there was room for one person to sit in the middle.

There was a faint scent of roses in the car. Su Yan saw Song Qingzhou pick up a bouquet of red roses from the seat and pass it to the back row.

Shen Yan took the rose and explained to Su Yan: "The house is too monotonous, so I bought a bunch of flowers and put them in a vase."

Su Yan smiled, but she didn't expect that he was quite sentimental.

"Well, the roses smell nice."

"If you like it, I'll give you one."

"Haha, no, no, no, I'm not in the habit of arranging flowers."

"You're welcome. This one is for you. It suits you very well."

Shen Yan took out the only pink rose in the bouquet and handed it to Su Yan.

His movements were gentle and his gestures were casual. There was nothing deliberate about it. He just thought about it and did it.

Su Yan couldn't resist the kindness, so he took the pink rose and said thank you.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of the alley where it was last time. Su Yan thought that when he saw this car for the first time, he thought it was some rich man who came to visit the slums, but he didn't expect that someone who wanted to beat someone could also sit in the car. Went by car.

Obviously Shen Yan also thought of the last encounter. He smiled and said: "I usually don't cause trouble. Last time someone else provoked me."

"Well, I can see that. Then thank you for sending me back. Goodbye."

"Okay, see you at school."

Song Qingzhou also stretched out his hand from the window and said goodbye with a smile.

Su Yan carried the computer case and waved the pink rose in his hand to say goodbye to them.

When he got home, Su's father hadn't come back yet. Su Yan put down the computer, found an empty milk glass bottle and put the flowers in it.

Su Yan installed the computer, connected it to the Internet cable, and was able to access the Internet.

Two days ago, she asked someone to come to her home to install the network cable, but she never had time to buy a computer. Now she can finally start making money.

She had already selected a few stocks and pre-purchased them, waiting for the company to automatically buy them for her as soon as the market opened.

Then I found several luxury second-hand live broadcast rooms and compared them.

She decided to give her bags to the live broadcast room to help her sell them. There was no use keeping them anyway, so she might as well exchange them for some money and make more money.

After finishing all this, she stretched out and accidentally glanced at the pink roses on the table, and couldn't help but smile.

The flower language of pink roses is the sweetest love and the first love that is engraved in the heart. I don’t know if Shen Yan knows the flower language of pink roses.

It was probably just a coincidence. She just bought it to put in a vase. The others were all red roses. Everyone must know what red roses represent, and they chose pink because they were afraid that she would misunderstand.